User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140729155901/@comment-2246928-20140803194347

The bowrat nearest to Callisto fires another arrow, missing by a longshot as nervousness turns him into a quivering wretch. He was cut down with ease. The other archers, throwing aside longbows and quivers for swords and knives, meet the otter's charge head on, a small mass of blood, screaming and gore. The stoat sidled up behind the otter to drive his sword through him when a dagger grew from his back. Drowning in his own blood, the stoat captain slumped to the ground and was kicked loathingly aside as a wildcat wiped his dagger clean with a kerchief, taking a few steps back to watch the battle with ease. A ferret recruit with a longsword attempted to hack at the otter, but only managed to slice open the neck of the weasel next to him in the unbridled chaos. A rat jammed a knife into Callisto's gut, twisting it, as the ferret raised his longsword once more, swinging it downward in a glittering arc of steel as the other two archers raised sword and dagger as well, preparing to plunge their weapons into the otter's flesh. The wildcat watched from a distance, intrigued.